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by DiveInstructorPlaya

Chapter 1

The club had newly opened three months ago and was an absolute success. At least, that is what Janine's husband, Jefferson, heard her say on phone calls with her BFFs, whenever he eavesdropped. She was very excited about it and told almost everyone about it. Well, this informatio...

by DiveInstructorPlaya

Chapter 2

Janine had been so caught up in her new "hobby" that she'd completely lost track of her cycle. The club's calendar system was elaborate—color-coded stickers for "resting dough," "active yeast," and "prime baking temperature." She'd been so eager to advance to the next level that...

by DiveInstructorPlaya

Chapter 4

Janine and Chloe had become quite the team. Three weeks of "advanced certification" had transformed them both—walking with the distinctive bow-legged gait of women who'd been thoroughly fucked, skin glowing with the sheen of daily "moisturizing treatments," and hungry for more. T...

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Chapter 5

The morning sun filtered through the curtains, but Janine and Chloe were already awake, whispering over coffee, their minds racing with possibilities. Two girls had been transformative—delicious, addictive—but the hunger had evolved. They needed fresh blood, someone unsuspecting,...

by DiveInstructorPlaya

Chapter 7

The calendar on the kitchen wall was marked with red circles, four consecutive days that represented the peak of Janine 's fertility cycle, the last one the day she was ovulating. One month had passed since Eva's initiation—one month of Mark's permanent confinement, one month of...

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Chapter 8

The campus green was bathed in September sunlight; students sprawled across the lawn with textbooks and coffee, the air thick with the energy of youth and possibility. Mark stood at the edge of the quad, his cage concealed beneath loose khakis, his eyes scanning the crowd for the...

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Chapter 9

The Jacob K. Javits Convention Center hummed with the energy of ten thousand dreams, white gowns cascading like snow across every surface, tulle and lace and satin creating a fantasy world of matrimonial innocence. But in Booth 1847, nestled between Vera Wang samples and a champa...